If I Could(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

The Yule Ball

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Reminder that I use scenes from both the books and the movies to play my story out how I want it.

All rights go to J.K.Rowling.

"Evil, he is," Ron said angrily. He was upset about Professor Snape. "Springing a test on us on the last day. Ruining the last bit of the term with a whole load of studying." Ron moaned.

"Mmm... you're not exactly straining yourself, though, are you?" Hermione observed, seeing a lack of notes in front of him. She raised her eyebrow at him then went back to quizzing me about antidotes and poison antidotes on the common room couch.

"Mandrake Restorative Draught?" Hermione asked, I knew the answer right away.

"Reverses petrifaction, I'm sure we all know that one a little too well." I chuckled, she squinted at me, not thrilled about me joking about her near-death experience.

"Pepperup Potion?" She looked up from her pile of notes.

"Cure a cold and/or flu." I stated, confidently. She nodded and smiled.

"Dittany?" She shuffled the papers.

"Regrows skin!" I shouted,

"Phoenix Tears?"

"Can heal wounds and cancle out poisons." I said, turning my head, snapping, and pointing at Harry. He laughed, remembering the time he almost died trying to save me in the Chamber of Secrets, because that was apparently funny now.

"Bubotuber pus?" Hermione looked at me, waiting for an answer. I was stumped, not knowing the answer.

"Heals acne." Harry chimed in. Hermione gave a thumbs up. "You could use some yourself, Ron, clear up those zits before you ask out a girl." Harry laughed, poking a pimple on his nose. Ron rolled his eyes.

"That reminds me, we better get a move on or we'll be the only ones in our year without dates." Ron rested his chin in his hands. "Well... us and Neville." Ron chuckled. Hermione and I both snapped our heads towards him and glared.

"Yeah, but, then again, he can take himself." Harry snickered. I grabbed two random pages from Hermione's pile of notes and crumpled them into balls.

"Hey!" Hermione shouted, trying to grab them back.

"Don't be rude!" I said angrily, avoiding Hermione's grabs. I threw both papers at the boys, each hitting them, Ron, in the arm, and Harry in the face.

"It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone." I glared.

"Yea, your sister!" Hermione added. Ron and Harry's heads both shot towards me.

"You're going with him?" They said in unison, but not in the same tone. I groaned.

"Not me, he's going with Ginny. And I'm only your adopted sister." I scoffed.

"S-so.. you're not going with anyone?" Harry asked, I shrugged in response. Ron looked over his shoulder to see Fred flirted with Angelina Johnson, a chaser who played alongside me in quidditch.

"Oi, Hermione, Emma. You're girls." He said, Hermione and I both slowly looked up at him.

"Oh, well spotted." She scoffed, then returned to her remaining notes.

"You should go with us." He insisted "Come one, it's one thing for a bloke to show up alone. For a girl, it's just sad." I resisted the urge to hit him.

"I won't be going alone, because, believe it or not, someone's asked me." She stood up abruptly and straightened her notes. She stomped towards them to retrieve the paper I threw at them. "And I said yes!" She spat, turning away to march up stairs. Ron and Harry both turned back to look at me, expecting an answer as well.